Big Game (The V V Inn, Book 3) (16 page)

Vivian

It’s hours past dawn
when Rafe and I enter our suite. The undead partying and verbal backstabbing continued for hours into the morning. Most of us older ones can stay up around the clock, if we want to. All we need is a blood pick me up, and we’re good to go.

Usually, our spouses and dates can’t keep up the pace and need to call an end to the gathering or they’ll drop where they stand. Rafe is no exception, and I knew if we didn’t break when we did, there’d be no fun in our suite.

Rafe’s warm hands glide down my back. A loving glow envelops me as I step over the threshold into the beautiful room. The Tribunal never skimps on décor—the rich antiques and expensive blue and yellow silks and brocades of the suite don’t disappoint.

“Are we safe here?” Rafe asks.

I look around, wondering if the Tribunal’s vow of no harm to guests will be enough to protect us. “As much as we can be. I doubt Coraline would make a move less than twelve hours after we show up.” The creep of apprehension climbs my spine. “But, we can lock the thick doors, lower the steel blinds, and re-evaluate in a day.”

Rafe checks the door while I flip the window switch that will darken the room when we rest. “If it appears that Coraline, or anyone else, is circling too close, we can leave and stay somewhere else in the city.”

Rafe takes off his jacket and drapes it over the back of a nearby chair. “Would some random hotel in the city be any better?”

I shrug, still unsure exactly what we’re getting into and worried for the first time in years. “I’d like to think it would make us more difficult to find during the day.”

“You feel like rehashing all the people who gave you the stink eye tonight?” Rafe asks.

A sigh escapes as I step out of my heels, thankful to give my feet a break after all our dancing. “No, not really. They’ll still be there when we wake.” My gown fits snug over my hips—the only way this number will come off is with the release of the zipper. I reach behind for the clasp, but my lover’s eager hand beats me to it.

“Here, let me.”

As my husband lowers it one slow inch at a time, I strip off the long gloves and toss them on a nearby chair.

“You love dragging it out, don’t you?” I murmur over my shoulder.

“Every day feels like Christmas when the present is this nicely wrapped.” Once the zipper stops, his warm palm slips in to cup my ass. “I’ve been aching to do this all night.”

Recalling his hot hand on my thighs when he sliced the material before our tango, I’ll admit, I’ve ached for it, too. The dress slinks down, and I catch the edge before revealing my bare breasts.

Rafe smoothes one last caress over my bare buttock before withdrawing his hand. “I’ve got it, darling.”

He steps closer, nestling his growing, pant-covered cock against my ass and wraps his arms around, taking the top edge of my dress in one hand. With the other, he skims beneath the purple silk and caresses my breast. He weighs it in his hand then uses a thumb and forefinger to tease and pull the taut nipple.

Jolts of pleasure spike from the tortured peak to my pussy, drawing a soft moan from my lips. “You’ve certainly ‘got’ something there, mister. Care to continue?”

Warm lips trail soft kisses down the side of my neck and I lean my head to the right to give my husband better access. Every few kisses he nibbles on the skin, exciting me further with his teeth. “You know I love it when you bite.”

“Precisely, my dear. I’m no fool. I thought a little boost between us might be a good idea, too. Considering the company we’re keeping.”

His teeth latch onto my shoulder muscle, bringing an exquisite pinch of pain to focus my attention on every hard tooth digging into my flesh. Oh... and then there’s the slippery wet tongue soothing the spot afterward… “What was that, dear? You lost me for a moment there.”

“I’m thinking…” he bites down again. “… I should take blood from you while we’re in this nest of vipers.”

“Yes, good point.”

He drops his hold on my dress and the material puddles at my feet. Two warm palms grasp and fondle my breasts, pulling the engorged tips while he bites firmly on the skin between my ear and my shoulder.

“Need some help?” I ask when he clamps down once more, harder this time, bringing the pleasure and pain to a near orgasmic level. He murmurs his approval against my skin, and I reach up with one sharp nail to help.

Rafe pulls his hot sucking mouth away for a moment while I pierce my skin right over the thick pulsing vein in my neck. Warm blood cascades out of the new wound and my lover’s mouth latches over the small hole, lapping at my flesh and drinking deep.

One hand leaves my chest and travels down my body in a long sinuous path. My God, when he drinks from me it feels like every inch of my skin is alive.

His fingers coil in the soft mat of hair atop of my mound before plunging deep between the wet folds to find the hard nub of my clit, already swollen with desire. I reach behind to stroke his shaft through his trousers and snake the other hand to cradle his head against my neck. “Bite me again, baby.”

His finger teases my hard button as he bites the healing wound, pressing it open for more hot liquid to flow into his mouth. He moans against my flesh, taking in my stronger vampire blood. From experience I know what I’ve got in store for me. Whenever he drinks from me it works like Viagra, fueling him through the night to relentlessly do me over and over until we’re both begging for mercy.

A tightness coils in my pelvic muscles, the innuendos and suggestions from the evening push me to a fast peak. “More, take more,” I whisper as my crest sends me up and away. The small cut over my artery heals as he clamps down, catapulting me that last little bit into oblivion.

My hips buck forward, spasms rippling across my frame. A tantalizing pain centers on my nipple when he pinches and pulls at the height of my release. “Yes!”

I slump against his well-muscled body, relaxing in the afterglow of orgasm—content to enjoy the rush for a moment. This is only the beginning of our fun and to drag out his satisfaction too long would be cruel and unusual punishment.

Rafe licks my neck with the tip of his tongue, igniting senses on the freshly healed skin. “That was divine, my dear,” he says in a soft voice, rough with desire.

A low chuckle escapes as I turn, naked, in his arms. “Isn’t that my line? I’m the one you brought to a glorious peak… and all while you’re fully clothed. Aren’t you just the over-achiever?”

He unwraps my arms from where they coiled around his neck. “Well, then... I think it’s time we got more equal in the clothing department.” He strips out of his expensive tux, diamond buttons popping and flying in his haste. His lightly haired chest and defined body never fail to draw a deep passion from me, no matter how recently I came. I want to not only possess him, but own his very desire. Wrap him up in my essence until nothing exists, but the two of us.

A simmering heat burns deep in Rafe’s gaze. A fire I see only after he’s fed from me and has gladiator strength at his beck and call. “I will make you scream tonight, Dria.” His cock juts out as he stalks closer to me, driving me against the huge four-poster bed in the middle of the suite. “I will make you remember why you choose me as your mate and not any of those other men we saw tonight.”

Ahh… so he’s feeling a little possessive of me, is he? That’s fine with me. A slightly jealous lover can also be an extremely passionate one. “Will you now?” I can’t resist baiting him. Truth be told, I like when he’s a little rough. The back of my knees hit the bed and I lay back, staring into the eyes of my lover the entire time.

He looms over me. His proud cock bobbing in all its glory, slick with pre-come and pulsing with his heartbeat. The engorged head begs for a delicate tongue to lick it, and I rise onto my elbows to comply.

“Oh no, you don’t.” Work roughened hands push me down then slide lower to spread my thighs. “That first one was just a warm up. Wait and see what I have planned for you.”

Before I can protest, he kneels between my knees and dips his head to my swollen nether lips. Two thumbs spread my folds and a wet, pointed tongue strokes the sides of my aroused clit. Warm breath replaces the pressure as he blows on the sensitive skin, bowing my body off the bed in response. “That’s it, liebling. You like that, don’t you?” He blows on my aroused flesh again, sending me racing toward another release. I’m close to coming—and when he changes tactics, I know he senses it, too.

Two thick fingers plunge into my wet depths, stretching the entrance and sending a flood of sensations coursing through me. My hips circle of their own accord, seeking the pressure I need to go over the edge once more. “You know what I like better than finger fucking this tight little pussy of yours?”

My head thrashes back and forth on the bed, unsure if he wants an answer or he’s teasing me. Without waiting for a reply, he amps the tempo on his plunging fingers and latches his mouth over my clit. He sucks the swollen flesh between his lips then tickles it with his tongue. The pressure building in my middle shoots through my body in shuddering waves as my second crest washes over me. My back arches and his free hand grabs my hip, pinning me while he rides my peak higher and longer with his clever tongue and thick fingers.

Rafe slows his pumping and then gradually slips his hand down my thigh, allowing my sensitized flesh a minor respite. He smiles at me, his grin both self-satisfied and hot as hell. “Come on, baby, you must know what I like better…”

What? He wants a coherent answer while I’m still experiencing the glorious aftereffects of my latest orgasm? My eyes drift lower in hazy contentment. Good God, he’s a great lover.

Strong hands slip under me, one at my ass and one at my back, shifting me further up on the bed so Rafe can join me on the mattress. He gently tilts me onto my side and grabs a pillow, placing it near my knees. He slides my top leg up, cocking it at the knee to rest on the pillow, while climbing over me to straddle my bottom thigh.

His heavy cock nudges my wet slit, seeking entrance. “I like fucking your pussy with my cock the best…” A low chuckle sounds in his throat when he looks down at my lazy, soft expression. “But I need to wake you up a bit and get you back in the game, my dear.”

A loud resounding clap echoes through the room as my husband smacks the flat of his hand across my ass. The jolt of his flesh on mine sends a thrill of adrenaline through my blood and my eyes fly open in surprise. “Hey! I was comfy… enjoying some expert lovin’ from my husband. Can’t fault a girl for that.”

“Of course not, and if I wanted an unresisting body that’d be fine.” The large head of his cock dips into me, slowly retreating and advancing to coat his length with my multiple releases. “But I don’t. I want you wild and crazy for me, Dria. Just me.” One hand presses my top thigh further up, opening my legs more to his hungry gaze. “Your pussy is so pretty… dark pink and full… practically begging to have my cock buried inside.”

His slow press and withdrawal have served their purpose of getting me aroused again. Within minutes I’m wiggling as best I can from this position, trying to squirm his cock in deeper. “Put it in, Rafe. Stop your damn teasing.”

His hips slide closer, driving his girth half way. Rafe’s hand snaps back and the sharp crack of flesh on flesh resounds through the room again. The stinging burn of the smack melts away in a soothing circular rub from the guilty hand. “Settle down there, Dria. No sassing me.” His grin is pure evil as a moistened thumb circles the tight rosebud of my ass. “I’ll be the one who says when the teasing is over.”

The short strokes of his dick drive me crazy and I circle my hips again, encouraging him to play with the tight pucker. I know ass play will push him over the edge and have him forcing that meaty cock into me, in no time. His thumb edges inside, spiraling needles of pleasure join with the push and pull sensation of his prick inside me.

Little by little, he eases in back and forth until his length is completely coated with my juices. The entry of his glide is slick, and he pushes deeper on each thrust, matching his thumb in my ass on every plunge. Unable to contain myself, I slide a hand down my stomach to find the swollen folds of flesh pressed against the pillow. The previous attention from my lover has ensured my body is ready for more. The blood-engorged outer lips are open, eager for my touch. The hard bud doesn’t need direct stimulation, so I scissor two fingers to the right and left, stroking back and forth through my own wetness.

Grunts and moans from Rafe pepper the air as he works my tiny pucker, picking up the rhythm of his battering hips. My fingers rub a frantic tempo as I race to catch up to my husband’s growing pleasure. His twisted facial expression looks almost painful, but his intense feelings aren’t reflective of agony… not by a long shot.

He tosses his head back and lets out a strangled cry, “Christ! You feel so good.” Rafe draws his thumb from my ass and lowers both hands to the mattress, on either side of my waist. With added leverage, he pummels me with thrusts, driving in his cock deeper and with more urgency. “That’s it, baby. Rub that little clit. Bring yourself off with me.”

Sweat from his brow drips onto me. The scent of our lovemaking fills the air, forcing out any lingering aromas from the Seat of Darkness. His claiming of me tonight holds a stronger meaning. He wants to remind me of why we’re together, but he needn’t worry.

I didn’t choose him for what his body does to mine, but for what his heart makes me feel. As he pushes into me, calling my name, I am reminded the he and I are truly one. My third release ripples over me, eclipsing the previous two with its intensity and length. Stars blind my eyes, my fingers working back and forth in my slick folds. The inner shield I hold so tightly about me cracks, and for a brief moment, my love and power are equal in the brightness they exude, cascading into the room like an electric burst, raising the hair on my lover’s arms.

Tiny shudders wrack my body while I spiral down from the pinnacle. I gather in my power and lock it tight, unconcerned with the slip. I’m sure I won’t be the only old vampire on the premises tonight getting it so good their control slips.